On Thanksgiving, before the feast, we took a walk at the nearby Trustom Pond National Wildlife Refuge. It was a beautiful day, as have been so many this month. We always think of November as gloomy and cold, but this month has been largely glorious.
I thought this tree in the brown meadow looked almost like the scenes I saw when I went to Africa.
The refuge isn’t that large, but it’s interesting. There are two points you can walk out to, each with an observation platform. The platforms look out onto another important feature: a huge salt pond which is separated from the open ocean by a narrow barrier beach on the far side. This is a wintering area for numerous duck species. On this day there was a mixed flock of black ducks, coot and scaup with a few eiders and mergansers thrown in.
On the way back, I had to take a photo of this venerable swamp maple, looking very gnarled and beautiful in the watery November light.
Everyone I talk to seems surprised that I like this month and this time of year. I find it restful and relaxing, with everything going to sleep for the winter. You can see the nests in the bare tree branches, and hiking is cool and pleasant. My advice to those who keep whining about November is: get outside more.